“The second time with the nail driver,” Sean said.
Then he touched the little vibrator to her clit.
The only thing she could compare it to was the Death Star’s destruction in Star Wars. It was the good kind of pleasure and pain that seemed to have no start and no end.
“Take it for us,” Max said as she moaned. “We’re the only guys who’ll ever fuck this sweet pussy again, and you’re the only woman we’ve ever done this with. Make this first time count, baby, so you never forget where you belong and who you belong to.”
She had to hook an arm around Max’s neck to keep herself upright. It felt like her bones had dissolved, no tendons holding her together any longer.
He wasn’t done. “And if you ever decide you want a baby? This is exactly how you’ll get fucked, every time, until you’re pregnant.”
She squeezed her eyes closed. Another dream she’d never thought would come true. She did want kids…one day. But Shane hadn’t.
It wasn’t a topic they’d talked about yet, but the men had seemingly read her mind.
Because she’d fantasized about the two of them taking her just like that, getting her pregnant just like that.
Another supernova ripped through her.
“Fuck, I’m close, man,” Sean said.
“Work that ass, baby,” Max ordered. “Start fucking these cocks. You own them, so use them for what they were made for. Just like we own your sweet pussy and that fine ass of yours and use them the way we want to.” He pinched her nipples, hard, just the way she loved it.
She found the right angle to rock back and forth, harder and faster as her muscles loosened up and another round of orgasms swept through her.
“So fucking sexy, baby,” Max said. “So damn good.”
She wasn’t sure which of the men came first, but it was likely a photo finish. They both started moaning, hips jerking against her as their orgasms exploded inside them. Sean shut off the vibrator and Max gently lowered her on top of Sean. Inside her body, their cocks deflated, eventually sliding free.
Max stretched out next to her and Sean. When she could finally open her eyes again, she looked into his brown gaze.
“How the fuck did you do that?” she whispered.
“What?”
“Get into my head.”
He reached out to stroke her arm. “I thought this was something you wanted. That’s why we’ve been working on you with the inflatable.”
“I know. I did. That’s not what I meant.”
“She meant about a baby,” Sean said, apparently recovered enough to talk. He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Because if you ever want one,” he said, “that’s how we know we’d want to get you pregnant.” He grinned. “And if you don’t want one, well, it’s always fun to practice and fantasize.”
So many deliciously dark sexual fantasies she’d confessed to these two, and they’d barely scratched the surface of them.
She bed suddenly dipped as Baxter jumped up and strolled over to them, climbing on top of her and settling in the middle of her back.
“Hey,” she said. “Nonconsensual pussy sitting.”
Max chuckled, sat up, and collected Baxter. “Sorry, buddy. The only pussy in this bed tonight is Mommy.” He put him out in the hallway and shut the door, but before Max had even returned to the bed, Baxter started yowling.
“He’ll stop in a minute,” Cali said.
Five minutes later, Max walked over and opened the bedroom door.
Baxter stopped in mid-yowl and twined his body around Max’s ankles as he walked in.
“Listen you little cock-blocking bondage diva. We’re kind of busy.”
Baxter walked over to the bed and jumped up, head-butting Sean.
“Maow.”
Once the giggles started, she couldn’t stop them, until she was roaring with laughter.
Baxter sat on Max’s pillow, stuck one back leg out in a yoga position, and proceeded to lick himself where his balls had been before he’d been neutered when he was a kitten.
“Dude, I think you’re being dissed,” Sean said.
“I know I’m being dissed.” Max picked Baxter up and carried him out of the room. They heard him talking to the cat, then the sound of him yelling.
Baxter streaked into the room and leaped onto the bed.
“Maow.” This time when he sat on Max’s pillow, it was the other rear leg he stuck out before he started licking what was left of his junk.
Max followed a few seconds later. “He’s determined.”
“Go get the catnip,” she said. “Dump a bunch in the guest bedroom. That’ll distract him.”
“Ah. Good plan.” He grabbed Baxter and carried him from the room once more.
This time when Max returned, he returned alone. He closed the bedroom door and crawled into bed, a smile on his face. “Now, where were we?”
She smiled back. “I think we were about to—”
Wham! It sounded like a car slammed into their bedroom door. Then the scratching started.
“Maaaooowww!”
“Oh, come on!” Max yelled. “You have got to be shitting me!”
Now Sean was laughing with her, interrupted by a yawn, which she caught.
“Actually,” she said, “I hate to say this, but I think I’m done being plundered for the night.” She winced as she rolled off Sean. “I have a feeling I need a little more training before we try that twice in one night.”
She crawled out of bed and opened the bedroom door for Baxter on her way over to the master bath.
Baxter bolted in, straight for Max’s pillow.
Max let out a sad sigh.
When she returned from using the toilet, she said, “Hey, I have an idea.”
“What?” the men said. Max sat on the edge of the bed, watching Baxter lick himself on his pillow.
“We still haven’t properly tested what the frame’s like having a guy restrained in it. And I distinctly remember you said you lost rock-paper-scissors.”
Max grinned. “You feeling a little toppy?”
“Maaaybee.”
They headed for the playroom. Behind them, they heard Baxter jump down from the bed, following them. “Maaaooow!”
THE END
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